Jess, her mum and I got up early to go to the car boot sale behind Brighton Station. I brought 12 black socks for a fiver, olives, jalepino peppers and pickled garlic.

I had a very confortable night at Sheona's parent's house. We had breakfast in their nice hand-built wooden conservatory and Sheona's dad made some filter coffee for me.

I caught a train direct from Maidenhead to Paddington and from there took the tube to Victoria and then onto Brighton.

I checked my emails at the Internet café on St. James's Street then went home to the new house at the top of Egremont Place. Jess was already there with her mum, but the place was pretty empty in terms of possesions.

Certainly a very eventful day. I managed to miscalculate the departure times of the trains and missed the 8:20 from Penzance as I forgot my Reading Festival tickets. Anne met up with me at the station and we went on the (futile) search for a good coffee shop. Around 9am we found a delicatessen that served up two Latte's to take away. Anne and I sat at the front of the shopping centre, by The Rennaisance drinking our coffee.

I sat down in coach D as there are no reservations in the carriage. A girl sat opposite and then later a pregnant woman with her young daughter sat next to us. I think the girl opposite me was bored as she played footsie, but she didn't say anything until I spoke.

At Reading station I immediately met two other people on the way to the festival and we started talking about where it was located and they mentionned that they had never been to this festival before. At the exit of the station there were around 30 ticket sharks trying to take my ticket from me and seeing if I wanted to buy some tickets.

It took a while to find Sheona and her family, the route for arrivals went all round the site. Eventually we met up and started on the drinks. I was pleased to see that the bars were serving vodka as well as Carling and the prices weren't too bad either. I used my two old twenty pound notes to buy a couple rounds. They checked to see if it was a real note, but failed to see that the design was completely different from the new notes. Sheona was already pretty drunk half-an-hour in, she introduced me to some of her friends that had joined the family there. I was very hungry so I ate a baked potato after realising that I had consumed 15 shots of vodka on a near empty stomach.

We listened to Feeder in the evening whilst helping some guy sell hash flapjacks in the crowd. It started to rain heavily later in the evening so I lied down in the comedy tent until it cleared. As I was wet and cold I sat down beside one of the fires of burning Carling paper cups.

Today I went through lots of my old stuff in the living room and bedroom to clear out some of the odd junk that I have collected over the years. This included hundreds of cover CDs, old notebooks, clay models and much more. The tatty shelves in the living room were taken down and the computer moved upstairs. It looked better this way and should make the living room more livable.

In the evening Anne, David and I went to the Penwith Video Library and took out Shaft and Charlotte Grey on video. Both were very good films.

Got up late and missed morning coffee (something good to wake up to). I decided to create a new Dune II website so I registered a domain name and took lots of screen shots and shots of buildings and units in this classic strategy game. More people visit Nahoo for this game download than anything else, so I might as well create a site for them.

I woke up at 7.20am and marched off to the train station. The ticket didn't allow me to travel before 8.30, but I simply showed it to the guard and they never noticed a thing. The journey to Cornwall only took seven and a half hours, shorter than normal with hardly any delays at all. Not bad.

Leah was scraping the tacky wallpaper off the wall in our hallway when I returned. I can't believe that splinters of wood ingrained in paper was ever fashionable.

I recorded the penultimate Star Trek Voyager on TV, I cannot miss the series finale next week.

I met up with Helen in the Redroaster before sorting out the final packing arrangements in my flat.

I ordered a taxi to ship all my belongings from Gladstone Place to the new 5 bedroom place near Queen's Park. Charlie came along to see the what I would be living in for the next year. All my gear just about fitted into the cab with the TV lying face down with boxes piled up on top. Shifting all the stuff from the side of the road to the living room and kitchen was quite a work-out, the food being the heaviest (and most important) box of all.

Today is the day that I clear out the flat and clear up mess (not that there is much).

Steve went through the website with me and I corrected the apply page and registered the .co.uk version with him. After that, he took my to the pub and brought a few rounds of vodka. I tried out the Absolut Peppar with lemonade and it tasted like no other drink I've tried. I couldn't even work out what kind of "peppar" the name referred to.

I found a cool chart featuring all the "24" episodes on a double page spread in the Mirror. As it was late in the day I selected the two sheets from the Red Roaster news collection and went home to scan them in for future use.

Charlie and I went to a cellar in Hove to listen to acoustic guitar singers and some of Steve's DJing. There was a nice café upstairs which provided a very nice Smoke Haddock with a good salad. A good base for more vodka.

I created a complete chart showing the state-of-play with the rent at the new place. The lack-of-a-fifth person caused some problems with the calculations. Jess suggested that I simply pay the extra bit to simplify matters; it worked.

Leah received her A Level results today, she got an "A" in Psycology. I think that almost any university will accept her if she wishes to persue this course and it would be better to get well away from Cornwall instead of taking another year at Truro College. Anyway, its all good. Well done Leah!

In the evening I met up with Emma at the Sidewinder and munched on some garlic bread and drank some Absolut vodka while discussing America's messed up world ego.

Later on, I eventually found Charlie at a staff barbeque on Hove beach. As it was close to Alex's squat I dropped him a couple beers on the way back. Charlie took a good look around as I think it was the first time she had seen a real squat.

This afternoon I met up with Emma for a second time. It was really interesting chatting to her about things like hunting in Canada, how old people's views often halt positive change and the effects of brothers and sisters when one goes to university. I was surprise to hear that she would like to visit Cornwall with me next week when I return for a few days before going to the Reading Festival. Just before she went back to her brother's place, I remembered to ask the vital question: "Are you serious about living with us?" and she responded, "Yes". Brilliant.

Later in the evening, Matthew, one of the previous potentials, rang my mobile and I told him that he didn't make it. The conversation was rather short, even though I wanted to say something else, but I really couldn't think of anything other than, "Good luck finding a place".

Sheona and I met up with Emma at the Red Roaster after 5 o clock. I was particularly late due to hold ups with the SOS Credit Services man and issues with the new CD burner I installed on the server at the Internet café.

Emma, Sheona and I all got along and the flat viewing went OK, besides the added mess left by the "cleaners" that did little to reduce visible grime from the previous owners. I was also taken aback by the lack of beds in the place, nabbed by the previous students there. After dropping the keys at the estate agents, we stopped off for a nice drink at Emma's local. I talked quite a bit, mostly about my excersion to France five years ago with Leah and Elisha and the some of the irritating kids that were there. I should have let Emma talk more with Sheona challenging some of my biased views on film. I do think that Tom Cruise is a shifty character, despite my very limited viewings of him in a non-scripted role.

Finally, the first pair of people to check out the flat as the Friday deadline draws near. Sheona and I met up with them after a wait at the internet café in St. James's Street. Michael, the one I spoke to from Bournemouth, was pleasant enough, asking the right questions as he looked around. Mike, his friend, on the hand, was very reserved and spoke so quietly that you could hardly hear what he was saying and you had to ask him to repeat every sentence. Sheona decided to snatch the southern-most room on the top floor after momentarily going for the bedroom on the corner. It looks like I will have this room, that has a good view at least, but I must get hold of a double bed when I move in.

Sheona and I went to the Druid's Head in the Lane's where I slurped on my vodka and her on JD and coke. A guy collecting money for a sponsored walk came and chatted to us about the lack of money and education available to people out of work. I grabbed a Grubb's before catching a 50A bus with Sheona.

A woman called me from a phone box at the bottom of St. James's Street after seeing our flatmates advert in the Red Roaster. She was from Canada, but had quite a strong British accent as both her parents were English. I told Sheona the news and she was pleased to hear that she did drink occasionally.

Ben Brook saw me in the Red Roaster later in the afternoon and mentionned that I should advertise in the online version of the Friday Ads. He said that when they did this for his current flat, they were flooded with phone calls from promising students in Brighton looking for places to live.

Played a few games of pool with Charlie in the evening after a the woman who phone earlier in the day decided to stay with her brother in Kemptown.

I woke up to more shit music from downstairs. Apparently, the Hi-fi knob is the only thing that he can show off to his friends.

Carl got in touch with me via email about one of his many entrepreneurial schemes from Swaziland. He has already landed some work for a tours company, Galivanters and a national newspaper, Swazi Times. A client from Egypt, Halim, is being very pleasant despite some delays with setting up his accounts. I do try mark hardest to make everyone I host as happy as possible, except some really nagging people (like at Rena's Naturals) who just waste my time with their mad ideas and complete incompetence on the web.

It rained pretty heavily all afternoon while Charlie and I sat drinking coffee in the Red Roaster. This Saturday was Gay Pride day, but we didn't venture out very much as it was so wet.

Later in the evening I discussed changing service providers for one of my Reseller web packages due to the chronic down-time in recent weeks.

I really felt like a curry, so I made one. The new guy from upstairs joined me for the Rogan Josh curry spectacular and a night watching Ocean's Eleven on DVD mingled with a background of very loud music noises from the sound system downstairs. I hope he gets arrested for the noise he makes as it was the loudest I've heard from anyone's house.

I cycled onto campus to check out the Falmer House noticeboard, displaying lonely students looking for somewhere to stay. Also, I created a quick banner and placed it at the University's housing office and in the Flamer lobby with the other notices.

I had a fantastic night out with Richard and Sheona. We met up in the afternoon at The Sussex where I drank a fair bit of vodka, we continued to several other pubs and ended up in Casablanca by the end of the night.

Today is the day to find replacement flatmates but it didn't really come to much as noone I called seemed particularly interested and the student housing website, I Need a Place is dead poor and certainly doesn't have the visitor as top proirity in terms of usability.

Finally sorted out the flatmate problem with Edgemont Place. The immature Alan is out, along with Nelam, not to be living with us next year. Their indecisiveness could have easily lost the flat for all of us. They were willing to hold on to the completely unrealistic belief that the landland would let them keep their rooms free of charge until they moved in properly a month later. the fact that the other people who needed somewhere to live before October didn't really seem to have entered their heads, well Alan at least. Lack of money is one thing (who cares?!) but saying your moving into a place, then opting out 2 weeks after the payment deadline with no deposit is something else. OK Jess didn't help matters, but I have rarely seen such a blatant failure this bad since I knew Alex (sorry if you are reading this Alex, no hard feelings, but it is true).